Captain Marriskcal Lati,
Commissariat for State Security & Force-Related Affairs
Equipment: Primary: Armour, Precision Carbine, Lightsaber x2 (Cyan & Azure) | Secondary: Dissuader KD-30 (with Xenoboric Slugs), Throwing Knives, 3x Fragmentation Grenades, 3x CryoBan Grenades, 1x Bacta Bomb
Location: Border of the Artisan Colony, Kiros Surface
Objective: #1, Apocalypse
Allies: Core Imperial Confederation, The Golden Company, The Confederation of Independent Systems
Enemies: The United Clans of Mandalore
She walked amongst smoke and embers, the heavy fall of her steps disturbing the ashes that obscured the scorched earth. Flowing past her, the dark armoured forms of her escorts advanced swiftly, their calm and steady voices echoing in her ears over their shared comms as they made their way towards the blackened blast door of the bunker.
“Too much effort for the time it takes.”
“We’ll just try the descrambler then.”
One of the stormtroopers stepped forward and attached the device on the door before standing back and to the side. While their briefing had mentioned that Kiros was a world that lapsed far behind when it came to technological advancement, they were not about to act in careless manner.
As her unit focused on getting them access into the bunker, the young woman’s eyes flickered to take in the amused bark of laughter that emanated from the mercenary that accompanied them. While she wondered why the other was still accompanying them, Marriskcal decided to stay quiet. As Corvus did not fall under her authority, she allowed him to do as he wished so long as he did not endanger their assignment.
Even as the descrambler blinked green to indicate the lock has been disengaged and the blast door slid open, the corporal and his men waited for a moment to scan and ensure that they did not trigger any of the security measures that may have been set in place.
Finding none, they proceeded to the next set.
This was repeated a second, then for the third and final time.
Holding their collective breaths, the few of the stormtroopers cursed as the bolts of red began to flash by them from their positions flanking the door. “This ought to take care of it,” one of the stormtrooper snarled, lobbing a thermal detonator towards the turrets that were keeping them from their objectives. The ground trembled even as the sphere exploded, eroding the turret within its radius.
Filtering into the space with their blasters raised, the corporal looked at the final barricade between them and their quarry. After breaching through three sets of compact blaster doors and taking down the turrets in the room beyond, the man did not doubt that they have finally achieved their first aim.
“Captain, you can come down now. I’ll send Black-Four and Black-Five back to stand guard.”
“Thank you, Corporal.”
As a courtesy to the mercenary, the blonde decided to at least inform him before she entered the bunker and began her interrogation of the beings within.
“Corvus, I will be leaving you now. If you head east, you will reach the edges of the artisan colony within ten minutes at a sustained running pace. According to the reports filtering in, there are still signs of ongoing conflict taking place near the epicenter.”
Without any briefing or any other exchange from the mercenary, Marriskcal could only presume that he was headed there.
“I bid you good hunting.”
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